Poems by Jean Ingelow, In Two Volumes, Volume II. by Jean Ingelow
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Fell; shining tears upon their lashes hung;
Fair showed the dimple that I loved; so young, So very young.) 'But they did question me Straitly, and make me many times to swear, To swear of all alas, that I believed. Truly, unless my soul I would have bound With false oaths--difficult, innumerous, strong, Way was not left me to get free. But now,' Said she, I am happy; I have seen the place Where I am going. I will tell it you, Love, Hubert. Do not weep; they said to me That you would come, and it would not be long. Thus was it, being sad and full of fear, I was crying in the night; and prayed to God And said, "I have not learned high things;" and said To the Saviour, "Do not be displeased with me, I am not crying to get back and dwell With my good mother and my father fond, Nor even with my love, Hubert--my love, Hubert; but I am crying because I fear Mine answers were not rightly given--so hard Those questions. If I did not understand, Wilt thou forgive me?" And the moon went down While I did pray, and looking on the floor, Behold a little diamond lying there, So small it might have dropped from out a ring. |
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